He had said one thing and done another.

"You are worse than your aunt." Then Leila knew that Ann Penhallow had talked to the Squire.

"Well," he said, "what's your opinion, Miss Grey ?" "I think you're distanced." "What--what! Wait a little.

You may tell that young man to ride when he pleases and to swim, and to tell those scamps it's too hot to deprive them of the use of the pool.

There, now get out!" "But--Uncle Jim--I--can't.